A Time To Keep, and a Time To Throw Away
Well, she’s gone. There is a big hole in the carport where she sat. The new owner of my pickup truck came and got it yesterday. I forgot how handsome she was until I saw her go down the road. It is another milestone in my misspent life as I chronicle the passing of days.
So, I note as I sip my coffee this chilly February morning. 31 degrees outside, and the chill seep through the double panes, so I tip the thermostat up a couple more degrees and sit back in my battered executive chair to take another sip of coffee and reflect over my oft squandered past.
Nonetheless, life in my dotage isn’t all that bad. It is quite comfortable thanks to my woman of valor. I am glad that karma is a myth and that we often don’t get what we deserve.
There is a time to keep, and a time to throw away, says the preacher. And it is a time to throw away. I have bicycles I will never ride again, tools I’ll never use, parts for projects I will never complete … and lots of time to decide what to toss. I think. One never really knows, do they.
Oddly, though, there is a quiet joy in ridding myself of encumbrances while I can do so. I still have time to improve my router, time to play, and even time to dream of the future. But that horizon is getting nearer, and much doesn’t seem as important as it once did.
And spring is around the corner. I am already planning the flower boxes and making improvements to the yard. There is always spring, and I have a tiny bit of strength left to do a little porch sitting when the weather warms. I am looking forward to it.
11 thoughts on “A Time To Keep, and a Time To Throw Away”
February 12, 2018 at 1:20 pm
ahhh, the lament of time we all hold in our minds…
February 12, 2018 at 1:23 pm
ahhh, the lament of time we all hold in the back of our minds….
February 12, 2018 at 1:24 pm
my first one didn’t show up….
February 12, 2018 at 6:45 pm
I too have slowed down my friend. Father Time know no limits.
February 12, 2018 at 6:46 pm
Anon is me Chuck Carmichael.
February 13, 2018 at 8:44 am
Yeah. I knew I was going to have to slow down … I just didn’t know how much I was going to slow down.
February 13, 2018 at 6:30 am
What a nice looking truck! Why is it that men always get attached to their pickups? I just got rid of an old car and couldn’t be happier about it. 🙂 But seriously, I know letting it go must have been hard, but it certainly doesn’t make you less of a man without it ❤
February 13, 2018 at 8:43 am
You can’t see my testicles hanging off the rear bumper from this angle …
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February 13, 2018 at 11:55 am
Oh my gosh LOL, I just never know what you are going to say from one day to the next 🙂
February 21, 2018 at 2:56 pm
February 21, 2018 at 2:55 pm
Men like women to wear leather because they smell like the interior of a brand new truck. Just saying…..